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Not quite knowing what to do, Archana kept still, feeling dizzy and slightly nauseous as she watched her son openly studying her body as she stood before him in only her bra and pantyhose. Worse yet, he made no attempt to hide the growing erection that was tenting the front of his jeans. She tried to avert her eyes but found herself unable to stop from periodically stealing glances at it surreptitiously, feeling more anxious each time she did.
She felt like a store mannequin as he casually walked around her, looking her over while jotting down notes in his little pad. At one point she tried giving him a weak smile but he simply ignored her and kept writing. Finally, he unrolled the cloth measuring tape and stretched it between his hands.
"Alright, we'll start with your waist."
Ravi stretched the tape around the small of his mother's back before pulling it tight at her navel where he read 25 inches. This pleased him and he made a soft approving whistle as he pulled the tape playfully back and forth around the circumference of her tiny waistline.
"Very nice," he commented out loud as he recorded the figure on his notepad. He licked his lips and said, "Now let's measure your bust."
He made her lift her arms so he could loop the measuring tape behind her and then pulled it tight over the cups of her bra being careful to position it in line with her nipples.
"Ah, 38 inches. ... Perfect."
He let one end of the tape drop but kept his hands on her, pressing her breasts together between his palms and squeezing them to get a good sense of their firmness. She looked away embarrassed as her son continued to fondle her.
When he finished with her boobs he let his hands slide down her front where he drummed his fingertips over her tummy, pausing to toy with the cute dimple of her belly button before pulling the waistband of her pantyhose away and playfully letting it snap back into place. Pleased with himself, he finally spoke to her directly.
"Mom, you really are too hot for your own good. It's no wonder Deepak was so obsessed about getting his hands on you."
Archana felt tears forming and she could only get out a shaky response:
"Oh, Ravi ... I'm so sorry."
"Aw, no worries. ... I know this is stressful for you but you'll just have to make the best of it. After all, he caught you fair and square, you know."
"Um, I - I don't ... know. ," she stammered.
While they talked Ravi passed the end of the cloth tape between the gap at the top of her thighs. He held one end up against her belly while he pulled the other side up from behind her so it pressed between her buttocks like a thong. Then he slowly sawed the fabric tape slowly back and forth using her crotch like a pulley. This caused Archana to gasp with a little surprised "oh!" as the cloth tape rubbed over her mound. Though she tried to ignore it, her body began responding to the friction from the tape and she felt the telltale warmth of arousal between her legs.
Alarmed and embarrassed, Archana spoke up:
"R-Ravi. Um, ... I'm your mother. ..." she began.
His interrupted her swiftly.
"No! Not tonight you aren't. ... Tonight you're here as the property of my good friend."
The words struck Archana like a slap in the face. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started to speak again but he stopped her abruptly.
"That's enough. — No more talking. I know this is difficult for you, but it's not my fault you were foolish enough to let him bag you tonight. Deepak's nailed more than a few girls in this town but I didn't expect his biggest score would be you."
He pulled the measuring tape from between her legs and ran it between his fingers noticing how warm and moist it had become. He was really getting her wet.
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"Ok, now let's measure your hips."
He reached behind her with both hands again and stretched the tape taut around her rear before bringing the ends together in front. Holding it in place, he squatted down so he was at eye level with the ends of the tape.
"36 inches," he mouthed admiringly.
Pulling the notepad from his pocket, he recorded the result while he remained squatting before her. Then, after replacing the plastic cap he held it like a wand and slid the tip down the center seam of her pantyhose in slow motion from the top all the way down to where it divided around the gusset at her crotch.
Archana shivered involuntarily as her eyes followed the tip of the pen watching it reach the little patch of pubic hair visible through the sheer nylon fabric. She became mortified as her son began idly tracing the boundary of her "landing strip" with the pen, moving it up one side and then down the other as the plastic cap made a soft scratchy sound as it slid against the nylon of her hose.
Erotic tension hung in the room between them like a heavy fog and Archana felt her pulse pounding in her ears as her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. She had difficulty swallowing as she watched Ravi use the pen to draw an invisible line running down between her legs and she shivered as he dragged the blunt tip over the contours of her camel toe outlined against the thin cotton panel. She felt drugged and dizzy as she stared down on the tousled hair of her only son who now was so completely absorbed with the task of exploring her intimate topography.
"Honey, please let me go put on some clothes."
Ravi stood up so he could address her directly. In her heels she stood much taller than he did but he unequivocally was the one in charge.
"Listen to me carefully," he lectured her. "Deepak gave me two requests tonight. ... First he asked me to take your measurements ..." As he said this he ran his fingers along the base of her push-up bra, tracing the curves of the large cups. "... and I think he's going to be very happy with my report." Ravi continued playing with her breasts. "His second request was, um, a bit more interesting ..."
Archana stood passively before him with her arms limp at her sides and a glum expression on her face. The carnal look in her son's eyes told her she wouldn't be getting dressed any time soon.
"You see, the agreement you signed gave Deepak complete and total control over you and your body. That's a simple truth we're both going to have to live with. Do you understand?"
Not quite sure what he was getting at, she nodded her head tentatively.
"Right after you left his house Deepak sent me a text with his second request. You see, he asked me to consider you to be a gift from him to me."
Archana gulped, "A... g-gift?"
"Yes — a gift. The way he describes it, you're my reward for making it possible for him to have such a successful 'hunt.'"
He paused a moment letting her consider what he was saying. Seeing the panic-stricken look spreading across her face he added, "Look, Mom, I'm not going to lie. I do feel a little bit weird about all of this ... "
Archana jumped to the conclusion that his comment about feeling "a little bit weird" indicated he was having second thoughts about what they were doing. She felt as though a heavy weight was lifting.
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"Oh Ravi I'm so relieved to know you feel that way. Let's just ..."
"Shhhhh!!" He immediately cut her off and stared at her silently for a long beat before he continued.
"Listen Mom, I do admit this whole situation is off-the-chart bizarre and dysfunctional but, holy crap! ... You have no idea just how smoking hot you look stripped down to your nylons and high heels like this."
Self-conscious and chagrined, Archana blushed in shame.
"I'm so turned on right now I can barely see straight. — I mean, Jeez, your legs look amazing. ... you're as hot as any model I've ever seen in Maxim and, thanks to Deepak, you're all mine tonight."
She felt his eyes running up and down her body and she became very aware of the large mass that was straining against his jeans.
"I've been spending my time with teenage girls who dress like a joke and act like they're twelve. Now, suddenly I've got the opportunity to get my hands on a real woman."
Archana felt the room become suddenly hot and stuffy.
"So, yes. Technically you belong to me now. I've agreed to let Deepak have you pretty much whenever he wants too, but you're my property now and we're going to have new rules around here. No more jeans or sweats. Short tight skirts and dresses from now on ... Understand?"
She nodded submissively.
"And when we're alone the skirt comes off and I get to have you in nylons and heels all the time. Is that clear?"
Again she nodded her assent. Archana felt lightheaded and close to fainting as she watched him stroking himself openly through his jeans. Her lower lip quivered as she realized she had truly crawled out of the frying pan into a new fire.
"Look, Mom. I know doing the right thing would mean having me take a long cold shower and letting you go get some sleep. But put yourself in my place. What are the chances I'll ever get another opportunity to have a leggy full grown beautiful woman in a position where she has to do whatever I want? Of course it sucks that you just happen to be my mother, but that doesn't change the fact that you've got legs that could stop traffic, an ass guys drool over and boobs fit for a centerfold."
Archana listened somberly, and she reluctantly found herself agreeing with him. Although she wasn't vain, she knew she was blessed with good looks and she also knew that at 5'11" she was a head-turner. It wasn't reaArchanable to expect Ravi's hormones to be immune to her charms simply because he was her son. Besides, maybe the only thing she was really good for was to be used as a "boy toy" anyway.
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So many conflicting thoughts and emotions ran through Archana's mind. She blamed herself for creating the whole mess and believed in her heart that she deserved to be punished. At the same time a part of her recognized and even admired how efficiently and methodically Ravi and his friend had trapped her. It was audacious and quite brazen for them to set their sights on her of all people in the first place. Nevertheless, the clever boys did what they needed to do to get what they want and now she found herself watching her son ostentatiously squeeze and maul her breasts.
"W-what are you going to do with me?" she asked him nervously.
"Well now ... let's see ... We'll probably be more comfortable having that discussion over on the couch."
Ravi took her hips and moved Archana over to the large overstuffed leather couch against the far wall. He had her sit down and then lifted her feet by the ankles to make her lie flat on her back. Next he got beside her facing her on his knees as his breathing grew more ragged with arousal. He took her left leg by the ankle and lifted it, extending it out straight as he studied how her high heel accentuated the line of her leg. He was fascinated how the shimmer of her pantyhose looked in the candlelight and he ran a hand along the underside of her calf enjoying the feel of the sheer material.
He then had her lie on her side against the back cushion so he could lie down on the couch facing her. They lay together quietly as he resumed fondling her breasts with the only sound in the room being the noise of Archana's heavy breathing. She was completely in his thrall and had resigned herself to let him do whatever he wanted. Her esteem was so battered that making her son happy was really all she had left to feel good about. Pleasing him was more important than anything else in the world at that moment.
Ravi had a talent for reading people and he could sense that his mother was caving in psychologically. This pleased him immensely and caused his erection to stiffen like a plank. He stroked her cheek softly with his index finger and spoke in a tender tone.
"You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?"
"Yes" she whispered almost in a trance.
"Let me hear you repeat our new rules. I want to make sure you were paying attention."
He gently ran his fingertip along the soft skin in front of her ear then leaned over and planted a kiss lightly on her cheek. The gesture made her melt. She craved his approval and affection and found herself clinging to the fact that he found her attractive. She wanted him to impose his rules — his desires upon her. In a soft, hopeful voice, she recited what she could remember him saying:
"You said I'm not allowed to wear jeans or sweatpants any more."
"That's right. What else?."
"Um, you want me to wear tight dresses and skirts ... really short ones. ..."
"Perfect. And what's the rule whenever the two of us are alone?"
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Archana closed her eyes and imagined being in the kitchen on a warm summer weekend with sunlight streaming through the curtains. In her daydream Ravi was sitting at the table watching her working at the sink with her back to him. She imagined herself wearing only an apron and a pair of red pumps. The picture in her mind made her shiver with a combination of guilt and arousal and she shook her head to clear it as she turned her attention back to her son.
"Um, when we're alone you said you wanted to have me wearing only my pantyhose and high heels for you."
Ravi smiled and ran a hand over her silky thigh. "And are you going to do that for me?"
Archana whispered "yes."
Ravi unzipped his jeans and pulled the fly open so that his large erection now bulged through the gap outlined against the soft material of his boxer briefs. He took her hand and guided her fingers through the opening in his jeans. Archana gasped finding it hard to believe that she was actually stroking her own son's penis. As she gingerly fondled him through his underwear she experienced alternating emotions of shame and titillation. Ravi was in heaven. He wanted to prolong the foreplay so he kept up the conversation while she dutifully stroked him through his underwear.
"I think I'll start sleeping in your bed now."
"Uh huh .." she responded weakly. Archana was heavily aroused by what was occurring and she found it difficult to talk.
"It will make things much more easier for me to be able to have you for a midnight snack that way."
"Oh my ..." she moaned.
"Not to mention being able to wake up and use you at dawn."
As he spoke Ravi used a fingernail to rip a small opening in her pantyhose near the gusset panel. Using his hands, he quickly tore it open wider exposing her wet pussy all the way.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you now?" he whispered hoarsely.
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"I ... I don't know."
"Oh, I think you do. — Tell me what I'm going to do with you."
Archana's eyes were at half-mast as she continued stroking his enormous cock.
"Tell me what I'm going to do to you."
He moved her hand away and got up so he could reposition her flat on her back with her legs straddling his waist as he gripped his stiff hard-on in one hand.
"Tell me what I'm going to do with you."
Archana finally whimpered, "A-are ...y-you ... going to ... fuck me?"
Ravi laughed then bit his lip. "No ... I'm not going to fuck you. ... I'm ... going ... to bang you. ... You're my property now and I'm going to bang you all night long."
With those words, Ravi shoved his thick cock violently into his mother's womb, bottoming out against her abused cervix with the very first stroke. Archana groaned as though punched in the gut, helpless to do anything but ride her son's massive battering ram as he ruthlessly used her. He got his hands beneath her ass and lifted her up, hooking her knees over his shoulders so he could bounce her in time with his pelvic thrusts using her own weight to help impale her as deeply as possible.
Ravi harbored a deep-seated anger that found release through sex. The fantasy of banging his own mother was the stuff of many dark dreams and he and Deepak had often fantasized and told stories that had Archana being used and abused in countless ways. Now as he watched her breasts swaying and rippling from his brutal pounding he felt more alive than he ever had experienced before.
With enormous willpower he forced himself to slow down until he was holding his throbbing cock motionless inside her. Still breathing hard, he looked down on her and, between breaths, he asked her, "Tell ... me what ... I'm ... going ... to ... do to you ... now." Archana stared up at him through tear-filled eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally, she responded in a trembling whisper, "Y-you're ... going ... to ... bang me ... all ... ... night."
She arched her head back, closed her eyes and surrendered herself to her new owner.
.........................THE END........................
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Surely this story ends here... but my other threads (https://xossipy.com/thread-5951.html) will continue & give joy's of new incest stories to all of my friends...
ALL THANKS TO ORIGINAL WRITER (INDIAN_MAVERICK1190) FOR WRITING SUCH A INTERESTING STORY...
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& As i say : I have always been an ardent admirer and compulsive incurable romantic lover of long-haired beautiful Asian women since childhood.
I admire and adore women with long hair irrespective :
of their age -preteen, teenage, young, middle aged or old...
of their marital status - virgin, unmarried, single, Spinster, married, widowed or divorced...
of their structure - thin, lean, curvaceous, hourglass, pleasantly plump, fat or obese...
of their body type - straight body, pear body, spoon body, hourglass body, top hourglass body, inverted triangle body, oval body, diamond body...
of their breasts shape and size - small, pointed, conical, full, voluminous, heavy, hanging, hips and bottom size and shape...
of their height - tall, medium or short...
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Seeing a woman with thick, black, full or half-grey colored, salt and pepper or white, straight, smooth, curly, smooth, coarse, curly, wavy long hair & Their hip length, thigh length, knee length or ankle length size is my hobby, obsession , fetish & it gives me pleasure and Aphrodite's me.
I invariably observe keenly to appreciate the length, the thickness, the texture, the luxurious volume, the silky shine and smoothness, the swing of their style of hair-dressing. It can be loose, pony tail, single or double braid, loose or tight bun, braided bun and every minute detail of women's long hair with desire.
It is an obsession, and pleasure for me to follow and keenly observe closely on the street to watch, admire and appreciate women with swinging hips and long hair arranged in a braid, bun, pony tail or left loose.
Irrespective of their age, height, color, fat or thin, obese or lean and skinny.
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& To my surprise and pleasure some women noticed my interest in them, reciprocated, befriended, and became lovers...
BUT I want to fuck them only...
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(13-05-2019, 07:22 PM)usaiha2 Wrote:
Surely this story ends here... but my other threads (https://xossipy.com/thread-5951.html) will continue & give joy's of new incest stories to all of my friends...
ALL THANKS TO ORIGINAL WRITER (INDIAN_MAVERICK1190) FOR WRITING SUCH A INTERESTING STORY...
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& As i say : I have always been an ardent admirer and compulsive incurable romantic lover of long-haired beautiful Asian women since childhood.
I admire and adore women with long hair irrespective :
of their age -preteen, teenage, young, middle aged or old...
of their marital status - virgin, unmarried, single, Spinster, married, widowed or divorced...
of their structure - thin, lean, curvaceous, hourglass, pleasantly plump, fat or obese...
of their body type - straight body, pear body, spoon body, hourglass body, top hourglass body, inverted triangle body, oval body, diamond body...
of their breasts shape and size - small, pointed, conical, full, voluminous, heavy, hanging, hips and bottom size and shape...
of their height - tall, medium or short...
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Seeing a woman with thick, black, full or half-grey colored, salt and pepper or white, straight, smooth, curly, smooth, coarse, curly, wavy long hair & Their hip length, thigh length, knee length or ankle length size is my hobby, obsession , fetish & it gives me pleasure and Aphrodite's me.
I invariably observe keenly to appreciate the length, the thickness, the texture, the luxurious volume, the silky shine and smoothness, the swing of their style of hair-dressing. It can be loose, pony tail, single or double braid, loose or tight bun, braided bun and every minute detail of women's long hair with desire.
It is an obsession, and pleasure for me to follow and keenly observe closely on the street to watch, admire and appreciate women with swinging hips and long hair arranged in a braid, bun, pony tail or left loose.
Irrespective of their age, height, color, fat or thin, obese or lean and skinny.
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& To my surprise and pleasure some women noticed my interest in them, reciprocated, befriended, and became lovers...
BUT I want to fuck them only...
Thanks for the credit usaiha2 but let me confess I am not the original writer, I just completed it with some changes.
But thanks again.
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(14-05-2019, 07:56 AM)INDIAN_MAVERICK1190 Wrote: Thanks for the credit usaiha2 [image] but let me confess I am not the original writer, I just completed it with some changes.
But thanks again. [image]
Dear Bro,
I always say that sharing is the most valuable thing...
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Dear all, as promised that going to start something new & unique after Dipawali...
started new e-novel series... where i will copy pest & share some best hindi novel work of my favorite writers...
Hope you like it...
https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=1...pid1042889
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मेरे एक पाठक ने ई-मेल पे पूछा है कि...
" महोदय , आप इतनी जल्दी जल्दी पोस्ट क्यों डाल रहे हो...
हम तो पुरा पोस्ट पढ कर कमेन्ट करना चाहते हैं , उतने में आपके 4 नये पोस्ट आ जा रहे हैं...
भाई ... पहली बात - जैसा कि मैं हमेशा कहता हूँ कि मैं ओरिजनल राईटर नहीं हुं... और सेव की हुई कहानियों को पैस्ट करता हुं...
मुझे किसी कि लिखी कहानियों को अपने नाम से छापना या उसका क्रेडिट लेना भी पसंद नहीं है... तो किसी पाठक को अपडेट के लिए वेट क्यों करवाया जाए...
और दुसरा रिज़न ये है कि कुछ चु** पाठक अजीब माँग करने लगते हैं कि ये करवाओ...
वो करवाओ... ऐसे चुसवाओ... मुत पिलाओ... माँ भेन टिचर से करवा... रोल प्ले करवा
ऐसे करवा... वेसे करवा
(भाषा का सटीक उपयोग मेरे उपर किया गया है मित्रों)
तुने ये नहीं करवाया... तो हम कहानि नहीं पढेंगे...
Asking for updates of complete stories
Even some one told me you should creat the story list... & I forgot 01 person told me you should write the story in big fonts as I am unable to read stories
और तो और कभी पोस्ट मैं देर हो जाए तो यही चु**, एम. सी. & बि.सि. पाठक थ्रेड पर धमकी भी देते हैं कि कहानी खत्म नहीं करना थी तो शुरू क्यों कि...
अपनी पसंद का कुछ लिखो तो भी इनका पेट दुखता है... और जल्दी जल्दी पोस्ट देने पर तो मेल पर भी शीकायत करते हैं...
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ऐसे सभी सम्माननिय पाठकों से नीवेदन है... ये सभी कहानियां मेने अपने मनोरंजन के लिए नेट से ही कापि पेस्ट कि हैं... और चाहता हूं कि आप भी इनका आनंद लें...
मुझे या अन्य किसी लेखक को परेशान किए बगैर...
धन्यवाद
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Thanks for reading this story.
I am always very fond of this kind of slow seductive story. In reality, a woman needs time to involved in an affair. All women are not sex-starved or whore that they can easily be driven by anyone.
Most of the cases, there is a very particular and valid reason to involve in any illicit relationship. Sometimes they forced by other persons, sometimes they forced by the situation which arises unexpectedly in front of her.
I read a lot of stories which look very unrealistic as in those, a married woman shows like a characterless slut, but the reality is different.
I am not the original writer, I collect stories from different internet sites like old EXBII, XOSSIP, RSS, ISS, NIFTY, ASSTR, & LITEROTICA.
I just copy and pest them here for my as well as your enjoyment... all credit goes to the unsung writer's who are the original heroes.
So, I request to all my fellow authors to write more slow seductive real stories regarding married women.
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EXECELLENT U THIS STORY...........
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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